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I have quite a poetic tongue as well. But it always seems to come out dark and gloomy. The thing is, I'm not emo. Goth or punk, heavens no. I'm just an average writer trying to get by. Here's some stories I pulled out of my a**. If you like them, then I'm a genius.

Yet Another Lost Love Poem

I met her 'bout a year ago
She was the one, I'd counted, so
I bought her many things and gifts
As to build a bridge across a rift.

A rift you say? How could this be?
Love can be one, easily.
An obstacle as wide as Earth
But to get across it? First thing's first.

We talked and said hello in class
Ignoring any thing that passed
Like assignments they set out for us.
Completion? Left them in the dust.

Everything went without a fade
Until, about, the end-of-grade.
I realized something wrong indeed
For she had followed a seperate creed.

She was off to another school
Far apart from mine, I knew
It was possible our sights and dreams
Would meet their end without our seams.

One year later, I matured
The memory of her had slurred
And died within my mind's reaches
And was rubbed with my subconscious bleaches

Then one day, a friend of mine
Called me up on his phone line
Told me of a girl he'd met
As he put up the third phone set.

"Hello?", a voice rang through the phone
In a very floaty tone
"Hello?"I said. "Who's this?" I asked.
"It's your friend from back in class."

My thoughts were skeptical at first
When suddenly, something burst
Inside my head, and then I thought
I can't believe that I forgot!


That's all I have so far. I'll work on it more later.

"resumed my sit, "

Spelling error.

I also need a vocal or tutorial on how to read the last four lines because I lose the rhythm, even when reading it out loud. >.<

Otherwise, 'twas interesting... ya weirdo.

And he's a cold-blooded monster. He did eat his opposition.

Did you see the pun? biggrin

I updated my project's post.

Six in the morning and already writing crappy poems. Hoo-ray.

I think that this would read better without the "her" there. I can't help but feel it's one syllable too many.

This seems like a mistype, was it? If not, refer to the red text.

Otherwise it was a very enjoyable read. biggrin

It's simply about a person who believes everyone hates her.

Yeah, I can't remember the exact reason I wrote that. Please note that it goes, top to bottom, older to newer. I'll go dig up something that isn't depressing, I must have on somewhere...

A horny, witty fourth grader.

They're a rare breed. xp

Birthday: Feb. 15

Here's a sonnet I wrote today. Screenshotted and watermarked due to my extreme paranoia.


And here's a wee poem regarding my recent diagnosis... It's horribly introspective and emo but whatever.

I am not a failure.

A lifetime

of missed instructions
forgotten missions
false starts and lost endings
of chaos and defeat

of missed appointments
forgotten reminders
false friends and lost memories
of lather, rinse, repeat

of missed assignments
forgotten deadlines
false impressions and lost marks
of squirming in my seat

"If only you'd apply yourself,"
they tell me, and
"You just need to make yourself do it, really."
"You've got so much potential, if only you were more motivated!"

All they see is how bright I am
how far I can go
no one sees how hard I struggle
I'm not a disaster on purpose --
I want to succeed.

And now
finally
someone hears me

finally
a name and a reason for the chaos and the tears

finally
stories of other people
whose stories sound like my own

finally
maybe now I can learn how to live
rather than merely struggling to exist

finally
I know I have ADHD

This explains everything.
(Nov 2/08 )

I think she's 27...

Also, Jaft, if they have to retype it, it becomes too much work.